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The crowd was one (oblivion ran deep) A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep Vacant expressions (and don't look ahead) Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said! All queue up and gravel for a hit SOmeone pulls the reins then you chew at the bit Encouraged by commercials to spend beyond my means I laughed as it all fell apart at the seams (Hey! Take a look at tomorrow) But will I inherit the good green earth? Such a lovely world All mod-cons there was dust on the drums My electronic beat-box got the job done Everybody emulate the pulse of the soul And change your clothes (to make you feel whole) Effort and sweat was a thing of the past (they said!) Welcome to the world of the beautiful dead Aus Songtexte Mania